by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)
In the glad springtime when leaves were...
Language: English
In the glad springtime when leaves were green, O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love whom mine eyes had never seen, O the glad dove has golden wings! Between the blossoms red and white, O merrily the throstle sings! My love first came into my sight, O perfect vision of delight, O the glad dove has golden wings! The yellow apples glowed like fire, O merrily the throstle sings! O Love too great for lip or lyre, Blown rose of love and of desire, O the glad dove has golden wings! But now with snow the tree is grey, Ah, sadly now the throstle sings! My love is dead: ah! well-a-day, See at her silent feet I lay A dove with broken wings! Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain - Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!
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Text Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "From Spring Days to Winter", subtitle: "For Music" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Derek Healey (b. 1936), "From Spring Days to Winter", op. 114 no. 1 (2007) [ soprano and piano ], from Golden Apples (Oscar Wilde), no. 1 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Harold Vincent Jervis-Read (1883 - 1945), "From Springtime to Winter", 1913 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Eric Donald McKenzie , "From Spring Days to Winter", 1955 [ soprano and string quartet ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-06-17
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Word count: 142